The next Day

The honking of the bus rudely pulled me out of my morning drowsiness. The bus driver cursed loudly and seemed to complain about a cyclist who nervously tried to avoid the bus. I was on my usual morning route to school and had even managed to snag a seat today. From my seat on the double-decker bus, I could observe the slowly awakening city well. The shop windows and houses blurred into a colorful mass before my eyes as the bus passed by them. My thoughts revolved around Loona. She hadn't come home again since she played with me yesterday, and I still had so many questions for her. The fact that she pretended in front of Timo as if we had something surprised me. I still couldn't believe that she wanted anything to do with me in a sexual sense. Timo was happy for me. I had played a few rounds with him last night, and he only wanted to know from me half the time how it was. I was initially unsure how to react, but since Loona had directly implied that we had sex, I went along with it. Timo wasn't particularly hard to convince; the photo Loona had sent him had been convincing enough. It had been an overall very good day, one of the best I had experienced so far. The games I played with Timo went well, and Timo's approving remarks and comments about Loona had put me in high spirits. It had never been a topic between us before that he had significantly more experience with women than I did. Earlier, I used to blame it on the fact that he was a year older than me, but as I got older and my success didn't materialize, I ran out of excuses after a while. I was just too shy when it came to women. My father and Timo were different, always ready with a quip and happy to be the center of the conversation. If chance hadn't intervened and brought me and Loona together, it would probably still be the same. I chuckled. The bus came to a halt with a jerk at the next station, and the older lady next to me stood up and joined the crowd of people getting off here. There were only five stations left to my school. Someone sat down next to me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned my head, took an AirPod out of my ear, and looked into the face surrounded by blonde curls of Emma. Emma was in my graduating class. She was in a parallel class, but thanks to the course system in the last two school years, I had been in class with her for a year.

"Hey John, where did I just pick you up?" she asked with a slight laugh in her voice. I must have looked very out of it. No wonder, since I had stayed up until 2 in the morning yesterday hoping to catch Loona when she came back home.

"Hi Emma, I'm just overtired, that's all." I grinned and let my gaze wander over her body. She was wearing short shorts, a top, and sneakers today. Her hair mane was open, and the blonde curls framed her round and cute features. Her brown eyes looked friendly, and I could tell from her expression that she wanted something from me.

"I assume you haven't done the bio homework and would like to copy from me, right?" I asked, and she looked caught and nodded.

"That's not a problem." I pulled my folder out of my backpack and handed it to her.

"Thanks John, you're my savior. If I didn't have the homework again, Mrs. Müller would make hell for me." I nodded only and set my headphones back on. Emma took out her notebook and started copying my answers to the questions in the biology book. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, but my attention was distracted by my thoughts about Loona, and so it didn't take long before I caught myself looking out of the window instead of watching Emma. I laughed at myself. The last few days and experiences had really changed me. Just a week ago, I would have been glad that I could be so close to Emma and would have enjoyed every second with her on the bus. I would have tried to start a conversation and probably failed miserably. Somehow, I had the impression that young women my age could read it on your forehead when you needed it. Emma was by far the most beautiful girl in our year. At the latest since we had biology together in Mrs. Müller's class, she had regularly been a guest in the fantasies of my lonely evenings in my bed. Since Loona caught me, Emma hadn't appeared there anymore. When I thought about it, she had come to my mind again for the first time. My music was interrupted by the notification tone of a phone; I looked at the display.

Good morning John, I hope yesterday wasn't too much for you. (Kiss Emoji)

The message was from Loona. Blood immediately rushed to my groin, and my pulse began to accelerate.

Good morning Loona, I hope you slept well. No, it was definitely not too much for me, but very nice. Where were you last night? I was hoping we could talk.

I pressed send and didn't have to wait long for a reply.

Haha, that's none of your business; a lady must still have her secrets, right? Besides, we're talking right now. Please send me a picture of yourself. I would like to see your face.

What was this again? My hands began to get sweaty, and I swallowed. Well, okay, don't rush things; if she didn't want to tell me where she was, that's really her business. It's not like we're together, and I was excited and incredibly happy that she had written to me. I had tried to ignore this option until now because I didn't want to appear too needy. I picked up my phone and took a selfie. Yes, I actually look as tired as I feel; I shouldn't have stayed up so late yesterday. Well, that couldn't be changed now. I pressed send and added a question.

Do I get one back?

A short time later, I received a picture as well. I saw Loona sitting in a café. She had a coffee cup in her hand, and her beautiful face looked as perfect as ever, almost as if angels had crafted it from ivory. Her red full lips and her green eyes with black hair stood in stark contrast to her flawless white skin. I couldn't get enough of the picture. Emma tapped me on the shoulder and leaned down to me,

"Is that your girlfriend?" I heard her ask over my music. I quickly locked my phone and took off my headphones.

"No, that's Loona. She's kind of my stepsister." Emma's look seemed interested.

"Here, your folder, and thanks again for letting me copy, John."

I took the folder from her and put it back in my bag.

"No problem, happy to help again. But don't forget that I can't write the exam for you. You have to do that yourself." The bus stopped, and the big crowd began. Half the bus full of students unloaded here, and Emma and I stood up and moved down the stairs with the others and out of the bus.

"So see you later," I said to Emma as I saw a group of her friends already waiting for her at the stop. I put my headphones back on and strolled happily with my eyes on my phone towards school. It vibrated again in my hand.

So, you have questions? What do you think of a little game?

My penis got harder, and my blood began to rush in my ears.